When I lived in Connecticut, all my roommates worked at ESPN, so we'd throw blowouts in this four-bedroom house we rented in West Hartford. And since there's literally nothing to do for that whole Bristol crew, including the talent, we'd have some random dudes roll through pretty regularly.
Hanging above our fireplace in this house was this sick painting my dad got me for Christmas one year when I was young. It was of Larry and Magic showing off their rings to one another, and they were surrounded by basically all the relevant basketball players of 1994-95, like 50 guys, all painted. Was a total snapshot in time -- Dominique in a Celtics jersey and stuff like that. Any NBA fan who saw this thing flipped out. It's the greatest.
Anyhow, I was out of town for a wedding one weekend, and my buddies throw a big party (for Cinco de Mayo I think?) , and apparently Jalen Rose shows up. And he's flipping out over this awesome NBA painting and pointing out all the dudes and what teams they were on and telling stories, yada yada. And then he turns to my roommate and says, "Hey man, keep a lookout while I bring this to my car," and actually starts pulling the painting off the wall before my roommate says, "Uh, this is my house." At which point Jalen kind of stammers out an "Oh, my bad" kind of line and quickly leaves the party.
